Meeting Mr.Simpson

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I tied my long auburn hair into a scruffy ponytail, then added a cute baby pink ribbon. I hate waking up for school early, well I mean who doesn't? Running into the bathroom I brushed my teeth with some cheap toothpaste that I don't even know the name of. Usually I never have time for makeup, but today I decided to fill in my eyebrows because due to my hair colour, my eyebrows are basically non-existant. Throwing on my school polo shirt and a plain black skater skirt I ran downstairs to pack my bag. I shoved my school books into my denim rucksack before grabbing a smoothie, that was most likely out of date, out of the fridge. I was running late this morning, I shouldn't of wasted time doing my makeup. I shoved on my vans before running out of the house.

At the bus stop stood crowds of girls gossiping about petty little things that they thought were 'totally disastorous'. I took my phone and earphones out and opened up spotify. After playing the neighbourhood album, the bus arrived. As if it were a routine, the 'popular' people took their seats at the back of the bus and the lesser at the front. I'm not really one or the other; I just dump myself in any available space.

After 5 minutes on the stuffy bus, we pulled up at our next stop. Everyone at the bus stop I either hated or strongly disliked, so when I heard someone talk to me to say I was shocked was an understatement. A deep brummy voice spoke:

'Is this seat taken?'

I looked up to see a gorgeous curly haired boy with deep chocolate eyes.

'No' I replied 'Sit down if you want'. This was unusual as me because I try to avoid human interaction as much as possible.

'Thanks' He said 'My names Brad'

'Nice to meet you Brad, I'm Isabelle' I introduced myself.

'Its my first day here' He informed me.

'Well I can show you around if you want?'

'Sure, thanks' he smiled 'Great, I've made my first official friend.

The rest of the bus trip consisted of me telling Brad about school. It wasn't the most interesting conversation topic, but it prevented awkward silences. I'm usually alright around boys, but Brad seemed to make me nervous, with butterfly's in my stomach. Maybe it was because of his gorgeous looks, or his charm. I don't know. I don't even know if he has a girlfriend yet. I decided I was being an idiot, and he'll probably turn into one of the cocky popular boys as soon as he steps into the school. But I can always be wrong.
Hopefully I'm wrong.

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